The Long Walk continued . . .

"I think we will have an early night and put up at S Carter-Patersons Stables, but we will try not to go to sleep too soon. There is much I want to talk to you about. But first we will spend a little at the coffee stall."

Dad did not seem to spare the coppers. We had a good feed and he bought a ½oz of twist tobacco for his clay pipe.

Slowly we made our way down the alley to Carter-Patersons stables. Our bed of straw was soft and acceptable.

After a few moments dad said, "It looks as if we shall soon have to make our way back to Birmingham.

"I cannot get work and I have the fear that that detective will find us sleeping out, but we will stay another two days.

"My son, I know it has been hard for you walking here. When we go back, we will take a little longer. And I will give you more rests.

"Thank God the weather is holding out in our favour."

My dad's concern and consideration for me was clear. I felt myself loving him a little more.

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